Sweborg, the Coroner

Every case that came in got
a number.
The month, the day, the year. Then
last name and first initial,
on those days
that we got more than one. That
system worked fine, the thirty
years I ran
the place. But then they put it
all on the computer, and
you couldn’t
find anything. But it was
curious to see the new
patterns that
came clear in the mess. All the
Winters died in the springtime.
And Christian
Deegan died on New Year’s Day,
so the computer always
put him first.
The prisons always sent me
bodies at the end of the
month, like they
rushed to fill up their quota.

I wonder what they saw when
they put my
name in there. Where did I rank?